Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather me people
A I will tell
About a brave Indian lad
You should remember

From a tribe of Pima
A proud and band
They the Phoenix valley
Out in land

their ditches for a thousand years
The sparkling rushed
Till the man stole their water rights
And the running water

folks was hungry
Their fields grew with weeds
But when war came Ira
And forgot the mans greed

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Well, battled up Iwo Jima Hill
Two and fifty men
But only twenty-seven
To back down again

And the fight was over
And Old proudly raised
Among the men who her high
Stood an Indian, Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He wont anymore
Not that whiskey Indian
Or who went to war

Well, Ira Hayes returned a
throughout the land
He was and speeched and honored
Hell, everybody his hand

But he was just a Pima
No food, no friend, no
Back nobody cared what Ira had did
And when do the Indians

Well, Ira took to hard
Jail was his home
They used to let him the flag there
And lower it just like youd a dog a bone

And Ira died drunk early one
All alone in the hed fought to save
Two of water in a lonely ditch
Was the grave for Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He wont anymore
Not that whiskey drinking
Or who went to war

Yeah, him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying there
In the ditch where Ira

Call him drunken Ira
He wont answer
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or Marine who to war